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MY LITTLE COLD WAR
MY LITTLE COLD WAR
My mate sent some song lyrics to me, by some band. I read them after reading my story on my nuclear armed stealth jet being used in anger. I’m trying to make sense of the cold war I grew up in now, so many years later. It’s so crazy. The younger kids have no idea but my mate does, he’s only 21 but he tries to understand what it was like growing up under the shadow ...
Thursday 22nd September 2011 11:44 pm
Holding the hand of the model maker
Today I have been holding the hand of the model maker.
With my brush I attempt to make good -
as they say.
He died soon after he finished
a wonderful re-incarnation
of our lost harbour.
He made it as light relief while working on
some effigy of violence.
That was his real job.
I like to think of him
losing himself in ...
Sunday 27th February 2011 6:25 pm
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